My world seemed to crumble around me.
No, no, no! I must still be drunk. I must be opening my eyes wrong. I quickly shut them again, silently counting to five before daring to look again. To my horror, the face was still there when I opened my eyes, even clearer than before.
He looked at me, eyebrows raised, and said in a casual tone that sent shivers down my spine, "What did you just call me? Mr. Brooks? Weren't you just calling me darling all night? Changing your tune so soon?"
Theodore sat up leisurely, the blanket slipping from his chest to reveal a set of sculpted abs, his torso covered in suggestive marks. At that moment, I wished the earth would just swallow me whole. Oh God, what did I do last night?
"What's wrong? Don't remember?" Theodore leaned closer, his voice a low mu
